Moonspear right in front of my salad?

Galaxy's continued refusal to eat perplexed her.. even now, with it increasingly evident that this just wasn't a bout of sour stomach destined to pass in a few days. She'd never quite known anything like it and did not understand. She sounded hungry. Did she not feel the hunger that roared so loudly? This brought about a slew of hows and whys.. plus a lowly lurking wonder if this had been spurred by the bear, in some manner. Despite the girl's reply, a simple yeah, Amekaze remained unconvinced.

She took a few quick sips of the creek before Galaxy's question brought her head up, then smoothing the motion to a nod. "Sort of," she replied, pleased with the connection she made already. "It is called mist. A lot like clouds, it is made of water hanging on the air.. basically." A concept delving into many different aspects, such as what she believed clouds were to how mist happened to form in nature--all complex to explain. She hoped to put it gently enough with a soft sway of her tail.